The trees wave hello as
The wind pushes over
My skin. No words
Raise in my hands -
Colored brown or
Green or no color at all-
Caresses my head,
My fingers spread wide
Without snatching smooth
Silk running in my hands.
Blossoms clear in
My forehead when random
Kisses flare. My mouth
Swallows it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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